Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.